To The Stars

Calling out my name, as ancestors did before,

a time filled with ruin and war.

A beg, a plea, a prayer,

their voices filled with despair

all wishing for their souls to be released.

I burn in the night sky

hearing all of their cries

and taking them as mine.

If I had wings, I would fly you all up from the torture

back to that place in time with the orchard

back to a time with no disorder.

But I am only part of the night,

a time where my fire is allowed to ignite.

Helpless to the cries,

I let my flames rise,

To the stars around, let them dream of a world better than the last,

to live a life not consumed of the past,

let there be a love that can everlast,

and as they look at us, the stars above who do listen,

inspire those dreams to be fulfilled.